it. If you aren't too busy, we could drive out right now." "I don't want to bring it back into New York CIty," Gould said. "I don't think it would be safe here. I don't think anything is safe here. I expect the whole place to go up In smoke any day " now. "We have some fireproof cabinets in the office that we keep manuscripts in," Pearce said, "and you could store it in one of them. We also have a hig fire- proof safe that we keep contracts in, and other important papers, and you could store It in there." "What's the use?" said Gould. "After you got it, you probably couldn't read my handwriting." "That's no problem," said Pearce. "We have a secretary in our office who's a wizard at readIng hard-to-read handwriting. She prides herself on it. You could come in for a day or two and sit down beside her and help her until she got the hang of your hand- writing, and then she could type up some chapters from various sections, and then, eventually, maybe we could publish a book of selectIons from the Oral History." "No, indeed!" saId Gould. "Abso- lutely not! It has to be published in its entirety. All or nothing." " w 11 ". d P " 1 e , now, saI earce, un ess you let me read it-and you really don't Seem to want me to-how can I tell if it's feasible to publish it in its en tirety ? " Gould took a deep breath. "I've al- ways been resolved in the back of m} mind that the Oral History would be published posthumously," he said, "and I'm going to stick to that." He hesi- tated a moment. "There are revelations . . " h . d " h Id ' In It, e connnue , t at on t want the world to know until after I'm dead." This stopped Pearce. He and Gould talked for a few minutes about thIngs unrelated to the Ora] History, and then he said he had to be running along. "If you ever change your mind," he said to Gould, "please give me a ring." Gould gazed at him morosely and said nothing. I was exasperated. As soon as Pearce was out of the room, I turned on Gould. "You told me you lugged arm- fuls of the Oral Histor} into and out of fourteen publishing offices," I saId. "Why in hell did you do that and go to all that trouble if you've always been resolved in the back of your mind that it would be published posthumously? I'm beginning to believe," I went on, "that the Oral HIstory doesn't exist." This remark came from my un con- 107 THIS CARD ASSURES YOU OF A LUXURY AMERICAN 8EM8ERG LINING. FOUND ONLY IN QUALITY FASHIONS LIKE THIS COAT OF FORSTMANN VELOUR -100% LAMB S WOOL, VELVET COLLAR, SILK BRAID EDGING FOR THE NEAREST STORE WRITE åt GOODSTEIN BROS &COo;i;EnTiiRT eY ^ -).)(+ h....... /k: I"!,Mtii",!,\ 'Pi' IN .. w.-...-;-::"...,....................."'.... ^",,+; This Glenart coat is truly handsome- but what else is in it for you P A luxury AMERICAN BEMBERG lining of course I ; .'-s. . '<<-. "",-"- '" . #"^ .,.:j ': .\ 1 4' ..; / yY /.. .\ .. ;. BEAUNIT fiBERS, Division of Beaunit Corp, 261 Fifth Ave., N. Y. 16. LINING FABRIC BY DAVID SMALL